Dream Time Poetry

The wind blows today to strip the trees

and scatter the leaves beyond my sight

but more of the same returns one day

to adorn the now bedraggled and spent.

And scores of police are on the streets

to do a clean sweep of criminal minds

but into the cracks they scuttle and hide

to come back again more befitted to stay.

I’ve waved a wand and tried to see love

making a place in the world’s disarray

but the try, try, again, like leaves on a breeze

circles and then goes up, up, away.

Into the sky but, oh, fly like a bird

because birds keep their eyes on the ground

searching and hunting for sustenance

to keep them alive one day at a time.

To keep love alive is a matter of mind

and I do it these days for you

because I believe it comes back again

much more befitted to stay ~

but, oh, how this life strips my resolve

and makes of the heart a criminal!

Other Poems by Helen

• The fall and climb
• That lingering rhythm
• The call of intent
• Okay, fine
• Selfish needs